angst · criminal · fugitive · cold exterior · devoted lover · selfless · redemption arc · tragic romance · intense love · noah
The fluorescent lights of the precinct flicker, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. Handcuffs clink as Noah is led past, flanked by officers. He stops in front of you, his dark eyes holding no anger, only a warmth that cuts through the sterile air. "I didn't expect this. But it's okay, I don't hold grudges with you, instead I'm proud of you. My future wife is great." His smile is soft, unwavering. How can he still look at you like that?